• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 04
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When we Walked with Jesus

Dear Mr Pitchfork, I used to love a
girl from the A1 corridor who looks
just like Mrs Pitchfork. I was always
a periphery man, preferring the
atheist cookbook, to anything Godly.

She loosely believed in Jesus Christ her
Saviour, made it clear if we had kids then
each and every one would have their head wet
in a font. I asked if she understood
the concept of original sin, if
she believed that kids were inherently

evil. Oh no, she said oh no, I'm just
a girl from the A1 corridor and
that's what we do, we drive with Jesus. Fine
I said, fine, but I could feel the keys to
my car burning deeply in my pocket.